Oh the dramatics!
Undecided!
I'm running through my feelings
Working side by side in thoughts;
Struggled with my senses;
My emotions I have fought.
I've run around in circles,
Got lost in a sphere
It’s all getting two dimensional
And not exactly clear!
Analysed my issues
Thinking about all this
Reached for the box of tissues
But not quite got the gist.
Tried to iron out uncertainties
Some reservations straightened out
But they still remain all jumbled,
Is it all about just nowt?
So profoundly confused,
Lost in an entire maze;
Am getting more perplexed
At this labyrinth of faze.
Feel so indecisive,
Vulnerable and easily lead
Mentality no longer what it was
Within my tortured head.
My thinking is too crowded,
My views are getting clouded,
My inner voice is shrouded;
It's all become confounded.
My line of thought is being hounded
And now it’s totally unfounded.
Swimming through enigmas,
There's too much mystery;
Am drowning in bewilderment -
What is happening to me?
My psyche is complicated -
Completely in a muddle,
My beliefs are saturated
With endless mindless struggles.
Need some basic answers,
Straightforward fundamentals;
Want some solid ground -
Not messy temperamentals.
Just want things more direct -
All in Black and White!
After another sleepless night
Want to see more morning light.
This time consuming energy
Has begun to take control of me,
Just want to turn around and flee!
Was not anticipating
My hormones to be raging
Feel I have lost the plot;
These problems are not solved -
Do I take this HRT –
This hormone therapy
Or do I simply not?
Copyright Linda Lawrence
13th October 2008
Saturday 18 October 2008
Saturday 6 September 2008
In my bedroom!
In my bedroom!
On top of the stairs
Turn to the left,
Walk about two feet
Some music and a treble clef.
My Cat......!
A half eaten mint sweet
(And wrappers.)
A pound coin near my feet.
A model spaceship,
Some luminous stars!
A black banana skin.
A milky way bar
A broken rule;
Black pen with no ink,
Homework not done,
Unwashed socks that stink!
Three lego bricks, two yellow, one blue;
A dead leaky battery,
An empty bottle of superglue.
Playstation discs
Spread over the floor,
Demin jeans worn today
Screwed up near the door!
A very sharp pencil -
A tube of pretend blood!
An old birthday card -
My trainers - full of mud!
C.D.s, D.V.D's
My twelve inch T.V.
Dads' 'lost' shed keys,
A skin from a kiwi!
A four stringed guitar,
Drop dead Fred
And somewhere in the middle -
My bed!
With loads of other mess!
For my daft Son
Friday 8 August 2008
School holidays!
School holidays!
Sit around in my pyjamas, laze about all day
Wallowing in simplicity while the days just fade away.
Wishing every single school day could be a lot like this -
Doing absolutely nothing, what perfect heavenly bliss!
No teachers or some homework, just hanging out with my mates,
Or busy doing nothingness, staying up extremely late.
Raid the cupboards and the fridge; eat all the crisps that I call brunch;
Devour my breakfast in the afternoon, way way way past lunch!
Watch scary films in the afternoon with the curtains pulled,
Still awake at 4.00 a.m. , scared of what I saw – whatever it was called!
Lay ins, stay ins, day ins, beats Maths and History -
Would rather be bone idle, laze about and watch a mystery.
Gone now for the next few weeks are English and P.E.,
Would rather just be indolent and watch rubbish on T.V.!
I’ve lost track of all the days and time, knee deep in apathy,
But got to admit while school is out, I enjoy some lethargy!
Fed up with neatly ironed uniform, the whole curriculum,
Enjoying the weekly shopping – even with my Mum!
But when September arrives, I’ll have to be more enthusiastic -
My batteries will have recharged and school won’t be so drastic!
Copyright Linda Lawrence
Saturday 7 June 2008
Need a break!
Need a break!
Am feeling distressed
And not at my best -
Need to go somewhere
To unwind and just rest.
Fed up with the rain
Going to book a plane,
Need to go somewhere
To unclutter my brain.
Have packed my case
Sunglasses for face,
Must not forget sun cream
And a tube of toothpaste.
But now hear me groan
Sand is Pebble and stone!
I now want to turn
Around and go home.
This place is too busy
I’m all in a tizzy!
My pulse rate has doubled
And making me dizzy.
The suns’ burnt my skin -
It’s making me sting.
The Mozzies are biting
And I’m really itching.
I’ve been on some trips;
Left waiters some tips.
Now need to go home
For my own fish ‘n’ chips!
Am feeling distressed
And not at my best.
Needing to go back home
Very quick for a rest.
Am feeling distressed
And not at my best -
Need to go somewhere
To unwind and just rest.
Fed up with the rain
Going to book a plane,
Need to go somewhere
To unclutter my brain.
Have packed my case
Sunglasses for face,
Must not forget sun cream
And a tube of toothpaste.
But now hear me groan
Sand is Pebble and stone!
I now want to turn
Around and go home.
This place is too busy
I’m all in a tizzy!
My pulse rate has doubled
And making me dizzy.
The suns’ burnt my skin -
It’s making me sting.
The Mozzies are biting
And I’m really itching.
I’ve been on some trips;
Left waiters some tips.
Now need to go home
For my own fish ‘n’ chips!
Am feeling distressed
And not at my best.
Needing to go back home
Very quick for a rest.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
5th June 2008
Monday 28 April 2008
Forgotten Hero
Forgotten
Hero
As I open those thick opaque glass doors
I wonder what today is for
And what the next few hours have in store?
I’m taken back to hardship and wars.
The poverty, the suffering, the destitution,
The long term suffering - a revolution.
But nothing seemed to get resolved
Up until this day unsolved.
It’s thanks to you, you saved this land
The least I can now do is hold your hand.
You are the forgotten hero and yet -
From some you get treated with little respect.
Through your smile I see your pain
As you relive your story again.
Your stolen childhood was of work
No time to play, nor time to shirk.
The loneliness, the squalor you lived through
Made a true honest person out of you.
And by the time you’d given birth
To a child on our Mother earth,
Your careful years of nurturing
Made a future worth living in.
With me your memories you have shared
As I look around at your personal wares,
Not much to show, where are they now?
As your one little room will allow
A tiny part of your life, the keepsakes you bring
To others they don’t really mean a thing.
Now you rest in your safe home
With people around you but on your own.
You are our hero (my hero) from yesterday
Who should be cherished and should be praised.
As I walk along some stepping stones
You walk along with aids alone;
From our past with years gone by
You carved out a future for you and I
And your stories of yesteryear you share
The least I can do is care.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
26th April 2008
As I open those thick opaque glass doors
I wonder what today is for
And what the next few hours have in store?
I’m taken back to hardship and wars.
The poverty, the suffering, the destitution,
The long term suffering - a revolution.
But nothing seemed to get resolved
Up until this day unsolved.
It’s thanks to you, you saved this land
The least I can now do is hold your hand.
You are the forgotten hero and yet -
From some you get treated with little respect.
Through your smile I see your pain
As you relive your story again.
Your stolen childhood was of work
No time to play, nor time to shirk.
The loneliness, the squalor you lived through
Made a true honest person out of you.
And by the time you’d given birth
To a child on our Mother earth,
Your careful years of nurturing
Made a future worth living in.
With me your memories you have shared
As I look around at your personal wares,
Not much to show, where are they now?
As your one little room will allow
A tiny part of your life, the keepsakes you bring
To others they don’t really mean a thing.
Now you rest in your safe home
With people around you but on your own.
You are our hero (my hero) from yesterday
Who should be cherished and should be praised.
As I walk along some stepping stones
You walk along with aids alone;
From our past with years gone by
You carved out a future for you and I
And your stories of yesteryear you share
The least I can do is care.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
26th April 2008
Friday 28 March 2008
'Phone bill!
Making light of unnecessary paperwork!
Copyright Linda Lawrence
28th March 2008
'Phone bill!
An envelope plopped on the floor -
A certain bill found its way to my door.
It’s from BT, oh no, I frown,
With all the other utilities
I now feel so down.
I open it up and am very perplexed,
Life is hard enough, whatever next?
I look and scan and gaze again
At my account opened up to test my brain.
There are a few pages numerically ordered;
My fingers now on very fast forward
As I look for the amount
That must be now due,
My curiosity growing
With all phone calls accrued.
Now as my hands begin to filch
We owe the costly sum …… of zilch!
Was it really necessary -
To kill a tree?
To send out a nothing bill to me?
We’re in debt by zero - indebted by noughts
I’m confused enough and in deep thought
We spend time to recycle, with less in the bin -
But the folks at BT cause a terrible sin!
By sending out paper in a pretty hue
A decent neat font – all in Royal blue!
The postman has walked all those miles
With five sheets of paper
For a fruitless demand!
But think it’s really rather funny
That you’ve sent out a bill
With the amount outstanding
That adds up to nil!
Please oh BT, don’t you hear this voice -
Would you stop sending out a useless invoice!
With nowt on the statement
But a flash world logo;
And a line of sweet nothings neatly in a row.
Whatever has the world become
By sending out bills for minus one?
An envelope plopped on the floor -
A certain bill found its way to my door.
It’s from BT, oh no, I frown,
With all the other utilities
I now feel so down.
I open it up and am very perplexed,
Life is hard enough, whatever next?
I look and scan and gaze again
At my account opened up to test my brain.
There are a few pages numerically ordered;
My fingers now on very fast forward
As I look for the amount
That must be now due,
My curiosity growing
With all phone calls accrued.
Now as my hands begin to filch
We owe the costly sum …… of zilch!
Was it really necessary -
To kill a tree?
To send out a nothing bill to me?
We’re in debt by zero - indebted by noughts
I’m confused enough and in deep thought
We spend time to recycle, with less in the bin -
But the folks at BT cause a terrible sin!
By sending out paper in a pretty hue
A decent neat font – all in Royal blue!
The postman has walked all those miles
With five sheets of paper
For a fruitless demand!
But think it’s really rather funny
That you’ve sent out a bill
With the amount outstanding
That adds up to nil!
Please oh BT, don’t you hear this voice -
Would you stop sending out a useless invoice!
With nowt on the statement
But a flash world logo;
And a line of sweet nothings neatly in a row.
Whatever has the world become
By sending out bills for minus one?
Copyright Linda Lawrence
28th March 2008
Thursday 13 March 2008
Some gross poems for kids/Voices from the playground...
Ugh....
Copyright Linda Lawrence
16th June 2008
Linda Lawrence
26th November 2007
Living up my nose
Is a lot of snot,
It’s slippery and it’s wet
And feeling moist and hot.
Think I’ll have to cuff the rest
On my clean white shirt,
I’m sure my Mum wont notice
With all the other dirt?
It’s no fun in blowing it
I’d rather pick it out,
Stick it under the school desk
When no one is about.Copyright Linda Lawrence
25th February 2008
Linda Lawrence
Copyright 18th January 2008
I've had a wobbly tooth
Worms
Poor little worms just trying to survive -
Poor little worms they’re trying just to thrive!
Eating my digested food and making me feel empty,
Even though I’ve had my seconds and have eaten plenty!
It’s been a number of days I’ve had some dirt in both my eyes
It must be déjà vu, it’s hardly a surprise!
They’ve found their way back again, a tiny comfort zone
Inside my little body – they've made themselves at home!
Now I’ve found white wriggling threads buried in my faeces
Fancy living in such a mess with all those other bits and pieces!
Starting out at one end and then coming out the other;
Don’t think they should be here, going to have to tell my mother!
Growing longer by the day, living in my intestine,
Crawling through my stomach and gut with all the other enzymes.
Now I’m going to have to swallow an anti insect pill
And those poor little wriggly worms are going to feel quite ill.
I’ve learnt the hard way to thoroughly wash my hands and nails,
Coz I don’t want another infestation to crawl out of my bowel.
I don't want to feel the urge to scratch my inflamed bottom
And wake up in the night feeling itchy, red and rotten!
Poor little worms just trying to survive -
Poor little worms they’re trying just to thrive!
Eating my digested food and making me feel empty,
Even though I’ve had my seconds and have eaten plenty!
It’s been a number of days I’ve had some dirt in both my eyes
It must be déjà vu, it’s hardly a surprise!
They’ve found their way back again, a tiny comfort zone
Inside my little body – they've made themselves at home!
Now I’ve found white wriggling threads buried in my faeces
Fancy living in such a mess with all those other bits and pieces!
Starting out at one end and then coming out the other;
Don’t think they should be here, going to have to tell my mother!
Growing longer by the day, living in my intestine,
Crawling through my stomach and gut with all the other enzymes.
Now I’m going to have to swallow an anti insect pill
And those poor little wriggly worms are going to feel quite ill.
I’ve learnt the hard way to thoroughly wash my hands and nails,
Coz I don’t want another infestation to crawl out of my bowel.
I don't want to feel the urge to scratch my inflamed bottom
And wake up in the night feeling itchy, red and rotten!
Copyright Linda Lawrence
16th June 2008
Inspirations from the playground.......!
Spot!
On my face there is a spot,
It’s red and yellow and feels quite hot.
Think its grown overnight;
It’s inflamed and looks such a sight!
I’ve picked it,
Flicked it,
Pricked it,
Now I’m sick of it!
Can’t seem to squeeze it
Unable to try and please it.
(It’s just one disgusting zit!)
It’s had days of TCP-
And lots of gentle TLC!
Around the edge it’s very red
And on the top, a crusty yellow head.
No matter how much it’s had a fuss
The damn thing’s still there and full of pus.
On my face there is a spot,
It’s red and yellow and feels quite hot.
Think its grown overnight;
It’s inflamed and looks such a sight!
I’ve picked it,
Flicked it,
Pricked it,
Now I’m sick of it!
Can’t seem to squeeze it
Unable to try and please it.
(It’s just one disgusting zit!)
It’s had days of TCP-
And lots of gentle TLC!
Around the edge it’s very red
And on the top, a crusty yellow head.
No matter how much it’s had a fuss
The damn thing’s still there and full of pus.
26th November 2007
Bogey!
I’ve got a runny bogey
It’s slimy and it’s green,
I’m trying to ignore it
Not wanting to be seen.
I haven’t got a tissue -
Think I’ll sniff it up;
Up my nose now down my throat
With all the other dust and muck!
It’s gooey and it sticks;
It’s salty and it’s tasty.
I’m looking over at my Dad
He’s looking pale and pasty.
It’s tacky and it’s thick
Getting nearer to my lip;
Think I’ve got to have to pick
I’ve got a runny bogey
It’s slimy and it’s green,
I’m trying to ignore it
Not wanting to be seen.
I haven’t got a tissue -
Think I’ll sniff it up;
Up my nose now down my throat
With all the other dust and muck!
It’s gooey and it sticks;
It’s salty and it’s tasty.
I’m looking over at my Dad
He’s looking pale and pasty.
It’s tacky and it’s thick
Getting nearer to my lip;
Think I’ve got to have to pick
With my finger tip!
Living up my nose
Is a lot of snot,
It’s slippery and it’s wet
And feeling moist and hot.
Think I’ll have to cuff the rest
On my clean white shirt,
I’m sure my Mum wont notice
With all the other dirt?
It’s no fun in blowing it
I’d rather pick it out,
Stick it under the school desk
When no one is about.Copyright Linda Lawrence
25th February 2008
Tick
I’ve been scratching for some days now and my scalp is very red,
I’m wondering what kind of parasite is living on my head?
It seems to be much worse at night, while I lay tucked up in bed;
Wish it would just crawl away and live next door instead!
I wonder what kind of bloodsucker would want to make me itch.
It’s making me so nervous; my eye now has a twitch!
I’ve looked in all the insect books to see what one it is -
My hair to you must feel so long and soft and rich!
Its times like these I feel that life isn’t being fair -
Why should a little mite like this lay eggs all though my hair?
I keep on getting funny looks and the other kids, they stare
At the minute creatures that chose my head intending to stay there!
I don’t know how they got here, but think someone passed them on,
Not really knowing where they might have been and where they could come from.
I hope it isn’t too long before they are all gone
But to pass them on to other kids, I know that would be wrong.
They’ve got to go, my head is sore, my mum she hears me moan,
I see the little mite that wriggles on my nit comb!
You’ve had your moment living in my hair where you’ve been free to roam -
It really is about high time you found another home!
I’m using hair conditioner because I know it’s been well tested
And other lice killing antidotes my mother has invested.
I’m feeling very out of sorts knowing what those pests did
And looking in the mirror now to see that I’m infested.
I’ve used some cider vinegar and some tea tree oil shampoo
It’s supposed to make you want to flee, so now’s the time to shooo!
Now go and find another head to go and do your poo -
Now that you have fed off me, multiplied and grew!
You’ve kept me awake at night and worried me out of my wits!
Now I know all about you, filthy little tick!
You need to be washed out and rinsed away you scrounging twit!
The time has come to an end, creepy crawly nit.
I’ve been scratching for some days now and my scalp is very red,
I’m wondering what kind of parasite is living on my head?
It seems to be much worse at night, while I lay tucked up in bed;
Wish it would just crawl away and live next door instead!
I wonder what kind of bloodsucker would want to make me itch.
It’s making me so nervous; my eye now has a twitch!
I’ve looked in all the insect books to see what one it is -
My hair to you must feel so long and soft and rich!
Its times like these I feel that life isn’t being fair -
Why should a little mite like this lay eggs all though my hair?
I keep on getting funny looks and the other kids, they stare
At the minute creatures that chose my head intending to stay there!
I don’t know how they got here, but think someone passed them on,
Not really knowing where they might have been and where they could come from.
I hope it isn’t too long before they are all gone
But to pass them on to other kids, I know that would be wrong.
They’ve got to go, my head is sore, my mum she hears me moan,
I see the little mite that wriggles on my nit comb!
You’ve had your moment living in my hair where you’ve been free to roam -
It really is about high time you found another home!
I’m using hair conditioner because I know it’s been well tested
And other lice killing antidotes my mother has invested.
I’m feeling very out of sorts knowing what those pests did
And looking in the mirror now to see that I’m infested.
I’ve used some cider vinegar and some tea tree oil shampoo
It’s supposed to make you want to flee, so now’s the time to shooo!
Now go and find another head to go and do your poo -
Now that you have fed off me, multiplied and grew!
You’ve kept me awake at night and worried me out of my wits!
Now I know all about you, filthy little tick!
You need to be washed out and rinsed away you scrounging twit!
The time has come to an end, creepy crawly nit.
Linda Lawrence
Copyright 18th January 2008
Wart
I’ve got a wart and it’s stuck
On my hand – it’s my bad luck!
I’ve picked it, flicked it
Filed it and gnarled it,
Rubbed it – scrubbed it!
Wished away with it -
I’ve even got someone to pay for it!
I’ve tried to Freeze it,
Squeeze it
I’ve even tried to seize it;
But it’s still there!
It’s just not fair!
I’ve covered it and smothered it
Snipped at it – clipped at it
Hit it! Bit it!
(Although I hate to admit it)
I’ve pushed it, pulled it
Yanked it – blanked it!
I know in time it will go away
It will disappear when I least expect one day
I’ve got a wart and it’s stuck
On my hand – it’s my bad luck!
I’ve picked it, flicked it
Filed it and gnarled it,
Rubbed it – scrubbed it!
Wished away with it -
I’ve even got someone to pay for it!
I’ve tried to Freeze it,
Squeeze it
I’ve even tried to seize it;
But it’s still there!
It’s just not fair!
I’ve covered it and smothered it
Snipped at it – clipped at it
Hit it! Bit it!
(Although I hate to admit it)
I’ve pushed it, pulled it
Yanked it – blanked it!
I know in time it will go away
It will disappear when I least expect one day
Linda
Lawrence
28th March 2007
28th March 2007
Sick!
Orange, yellow watery red
Want to stay all day in bed.
Will it go away if I turn on my side?
I take deeper breaths (and getting tired).
Keep looking down at the bucket.
Hoping I don’t need it damn it!
Got another one of those sickly gut aches
And run to the bathroom before it’s too late!
Now puking up my stomach bile
It smells of hell, tastes hot and vile
As my stomach expels the stench it emits;
I repel at the sight of my insides and vomit
I see the contents of yesterday’s dinner,
Diced carrots, tomatoes, feeling a lot thinner.
My throat, it’s sore as it burns,
Over and over my tummy churns.
Just don’t know where I caught this germ.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
14th March updated 28th June 2008
Orange, yellow watery red
Want to stay all day in bed.
Will it go away if I turn on my side?
I take deeper breaths (and getting tired).
Keep looking down at the bucket.
Hoping I don’t need it damn it!
Got another one of those sickly gut aches
And run to the bathroom before it’s too late!
Now puking up my stomach bile
It smells of hell, tastes hot and vile
As my stomach expels the stench it emits;
I repel at the sight of my insides and vomit
I see the contents of yesterday’s dinner,
Diced carrots, tomatoes, feeling a lot thinner.
My throat, it’s sore as it burns,
Over and over my tummy churns.
Just don’t know where I caught this germ.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
14th March updated 28th June 2008
Blood chocolate
I've had a wobbly tooth
But if you wanna
know the truth -
Before I yanked it
from my gob
That sharp edge
made my gums throb.
It felt so sore and
bled a lot;
Some bloody tissues
now I've got!
I'm a bit upset, it
really pains -
Felt like pulled
out half my brains
After some tugging
and swift extraction
My Mum gave me
something yummy for distraction
Some chocolate!
To cheer me up!
Now red and brown
in my drinking cup……
For
Joseph
1st
August 2009
Friday 15 February 2008
Jasmine and the magic Fairy - Short story
Jasmine and the magic Fairy
Jasmine had been feeling poorly with a bad cold for almost a week now. She had missed out on the school nativity play which she had been chosen to be a fairy and was so upset not to be able to wear the pretty pink and blue wings Mummy had made for her and her soft snow white leotard, baby pink ballet shoes and never to hold the long magic glittery silver wand that was kept at school in a special dressing up box. Fairies were magic and Jasmine had made plans to use her special magic to grant the wishes for her younger brother, George to bring a puppy to him on Christmas day and for herself, the beautiful little dolly who walked and cried.
It was just Mummy, Jasmine and George that lived in a cosy, warm cottage just on the edge of a forest which looked like a magical white glowing wonderland when the snow fell. Jasmine remembered last year when she and George built the biggest snowman which stayed there for all of Christmas.
Mummy knew Jasmine was upset to have missed her play but could not send her in with a temperature and tried to cheer her up by helping put the white, silvery Christmas tree up in their front room with the lovely colourful green and red baubles and of course - the beautiful fairy with the white lace dress that sat on the top branch that watched over and looked after them. Jasmine cried when the fairy lights didn’t work and copied Mummy twiddling with one of the bulbs when she thought she saw a tiny pink twinkling light coming from the bulb and the next thing she knew, the tinniest and brightest of lights came floating slowly towards her until Jasmine saw it was a real fairy! Mummy and George had disappeared into another room and as the little fairy landed in Jasmine’s hand, the fairy began to speak in a quiet and gentle voice, waving her magic wand around leaving a trail of sparkly silver glitter over Jasmines’ hands. “What would be your dearest wish for Christmas Jasmine?” The little fairy said. “Oh a special dolly for me and a puppy for George and for Mummy to be happy!” Jasmine replied. “I wanted to be a fairy in my school play, but I’ve had a bad cold and I’m so upset that my Mum kept me home”. “Don’t cry Jasmine, fairies can make a little magic, but you have to be a good girl for Mummy and try to be helpful”.
Just then, George ran into the front room with a box of wooden soldiers and the fairy quickly jumped back into the bulb on the fairy lights.
Mummy had been sad for a little while, because Daddy had been cruel and lived somewhere else, but Jasmine knew she had been a little happier recently because Mummy had been smiling a little more and told her that she and George might have a ‘special visitor’ over the Christmas holiday. At least this was something Jasmine could look forward to and perhaps this visitor was the real Father Christmas that would leave the presents that she wished for this year.
As the first snowdrop fell from the sky that afternoon, she hoped that she and George could build another big snowman like last year and as she looked out of the window, she saw a shiny red car park outside their cottage and out got the kindest looking and very tall man she had ever seen with the most adorable sandy coloured Labrador walking towards their house! Then Mummy said, “Jasmine and George, this is Colin and Goldie! They have come to live with us”.
The same afternoon, four of Jasmine’s school friends and her class teacher knocked at her door and knowing Jasmine had been unwell they gave her a pretty green and red gift wrapped present and as she unwrapped her new Dolly on Christmas day, the fairy lights on the Christmas tree started to twinkle.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
30th November 2007
Jasmine had been feeling poorly with a bad cold for almost a week now. She had missed out on the school nativity play which she had been chosen to be a fairy and was so upset not to be able to wear the pretty pink and blue wings Mummy had made for her and her soft snow white leotard, baby pink ballet shoes and never to hold the long magic glittery silver wand that was kept at school in a special dressing up box. Fairies were magic and Jasmine had made plans to use her special magic to grant the wishes for her younger brother, George to bring a puppy to him on Christmas day and for herself, the beautiful little dolly who walked and cried.
It was just Mummy, Jasmine and George that lived in a cosy, warm cottage just on the edge of a forest which looked like a magical white glowing wonderland when the snow fell. Jasmine remembered last year when she and George built the biggest snowman which stayed there for all of Christmas.
Mummy knew Jasmine was upset to have missed her play but could not send her in with a temperature and tried to cheer her up by helping put the white, silvery Christmas tree up in their front room with the lovely colourful green and red baubles and of course - the beautiful fairy with the white lace dress that sat on the top branch that watched over and looked after them. Jasmine cried when the fairy lights didn’t work and copied Mummy twiddling with one of the bulbs when she thought she saw a tiny pink twinkling light coming from the bulb and the next thing she knew, the tinniest and brightest of lights came floating slowly towards her until Jasmine saw it was a real fairy! Mummy and George had disappeared into another room and as the little fairy landed in Jasmine’s hand, the fairy began to speak in a quiet and gentle voice, waving her magic wand around leaving a trail of sparkly silver glitter over Jasmines’ hands. “What would be your dearest wish for Christmas Jasmine?” The little fairy said. “Oh a special dolly for me and a puppy for George and for Mummy to be happy!” Jasmine replied. “I wanted to be a fairy in my school play, but I’ve had a bad cold and I’m so upset that my Mum kept me home”. “Don’t cry Jasmine, fairies can make a little magic, but you have to be a good girl for Mummy and try to be helpful”.
Just then, George ran into the front room with a box of wooden soldiers and the fairy quickly jumped back into the bulb on the fairy lights.
Mummy had been sad for a little while, because Daddy had been cruel and lived somewhere else, but Jasmine knew she had been a little happier recently because Mummy had been smiling a little more and told her that she and George might have a ‘special visitor’ over the Christmas holiday. At least this was something Jasmine could look forward to and perhaps this visitor was the real Father Christmas that would leave the presents that she wished for this year.
As the first snowdrop fell from the sky that afternoon, she hoped that she and George could build another big snowman like last year and as she looked out of the window, she saw a shiny red car park outside their cottage and out got the kindest looking and very tall man she had ever seen with the most adorable sandy coloured Labrador walking towards their house! Then Mummy said, “Jasmine and George, this is Colin and Goldie! They have come to live with us”.
The same afternoon, four of Jasmine’s school friends and her class teacher knocked at her door and knowing Jasmine had been unwell they gave her a pretty green and red gift wrapped present and as she unwrapped her new Dolly on Christmas day, the fairy lights on the Christmas tree started to twinkle.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
30th November 2007
Sunday 10 February 2008
Disillusioned
Heavy stuff thinking about someone who perhaps doesn't like me, but I do not know why.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
27th January 2008
Disillusioned
My problems solved under my sheets
Can hear the sound of my own heartbeat.
I close my eyes, drift off to sleep
And in my dreams I plan to meet
the demons I hope to exorcise
Before the morning sun will rise.
A new scenario I begin to analyse,
Another failure - albeit I've tried.
Now full of my own self criticise,
My mental strength quickly vaporised.
A plan that's already been thwarted,
Not talked about, quickly aborted.
(My psyche that's now so distorted).
And because of lack of indiscretion
There are some things not yet mentioned.
I'll imagine my way out of this mess,
open my eyes to life afresh.
Rid all my thoughts that have been troubled,
The misconceptions that have been muddled.
The wires that are crossed in my mind
Caused by people that have been unkind.
Can't cope with all this condescending -
Seems like now it's never ending.
And the person that I love the most,
Gets pushed away and can't get close.
I envisage my thoughts that feel so right,
what I should have realised in hindsight.
Now my judgement has become so clear,
As these confused feelings evaporate in tears.
These struggles begin to crystallise
As the sun cycle begins to rise.
But now it's reached its pitch and depth,
I'm learning to give a long arm length.
But as I awake to reality
My dreams were only temporary.
27th January 2008
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